In the early morning, when Wu Di walked out of the bedroom, Bandi was sitting on the sofa in the living room and making a phone call. He usually wouldn't get up so early, but today is not a special day. He wants to see what he wants to see, and also wants others to know that he has seen what he should see.

Of course, this others refer to Wu Di.

"It's okay to have a rest so early?" Bandy smiled and hung up the phone in her hand.

"Ask a question knowingly." Wu Di gave him a blank look and sat on the sofa beside him.

Bandi laughed and patted Wu Di's shoulder hard: "I'm envious, jealous and hateful, tsk."

"Get out", Wu Di pushed Bandi away: "Call breakfast quickly, and go to your recording studio to have a look."

"Haha... I'm too hungry," Bandy smiled even happier.

The way for two men to quickly heat up their relationship is very simple. Didn’t someone say that it is better to have sex with prostitutes than to have sex with a gun together. Although prostitutes are different from sleeping singers, they are all women after all, aren’t they?

"You have nothing else, right?" Wu Di rolled his eyes.

At this time, the little swallow, who had finished washing, looked up and showed his head from the door of Wu Di's room. Seeing that Bandi's eyes were staring at her, Xiaoyan's face blushed, then walked out generously and sat next to Wu Di, and intimately put Wu Di's arm in her arms.

"Haha, I found that the little swallow was getting more and more beautiful." Bandi laughed a little.

Wu Di coughed: "Well, Xiaoyanzi is my sister. If I am not in the capital in the future, you can take care of me. If she suffers a loss, I can settle the score with you."

"Don't worry, I can't let Xiaoyanzi suffer even if I suffer a loss, right? Swallow sister-in-law?" Bandi said with a smile at Xiaoyanzi.

"If you don't have any serious work, I can book a plane ticket back." Wu Di glared.

"Yes, yes, hehe, breakfast will be here soon." Bandy stood up with a smile and arranged to go aside.

Seeing Bandi turn out of the living room, Xiaoyanzi whispered: "Thank you, brother."

"Stop doing this." Wu Di said with his eyes rolling, "The floor of this capital is cool, and my waist is still emitting a cool breeze."

Xiaoyanzi giggled: "I asked you to go to bed, you want to sleep on the floor yourself. Who is this going to blame?"

The black thread on Wu Di's forehead reappeared. You are a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old sleeping on my bed, and you are a beauty. I go to bed and go to bed. Even if you can control yourself, I can't control yourself. I've been struggling for the middle of the night. People are not animals, but what I want is to give my heart to my woman, not a person who is living a miserable life. The injuries left to Wu Di in the previous life were so painful that he couldn't bear to look back on himself.

When Xin Ni came out of the room, she saw Xiaoyanzi and Wu Di's intimate appearance. Fire almost spurted out from her eyes, but this fire could only be fired towards Xiaoyanzi.

In the recording studio of the Great Emperor Records Company, Xiaoyanzi became Wu Di's full-time follower. He was so sweet that even Shi Tou and Zhang Huaqiang were so jealous that he was crazy. This kid really valued that and was less than that. In this sleep, Xiaoyanzi was taken down. It seemed that this guy's kung fu was not much worse than that of President Bandi.

Wu Di smiled faintly and did not consider what others thought. Xiaoyanzi had a pitiful life experience and did what she seemed to do. This kind of thing was not taken seriously in the eyes of men, but women were completely different. Since Xiaoyanzi had made up such a determination, what else could she say? The pure one would be clear and have a clear conscience. As for what others think, what do they care about? Wu Di only knew that this would cut off many dirty hands that reached towards Xiaoyanzi. Perhaps, in this circle, the last piece of clean land could be retained.

"Brother, you drink water." The little swallow sitting next to Wu Di unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and put it in front of Wu Di.

Wu Di nodded, his brows still frowned.

The songs Wu Di gave to Bandi were played on the audio. After being processed and modified by many experts, the songs seemed to be more perfect, but Wu Di could not find the original feeling from these songs.

"How is it? Huaqiang sings the impulse punishment you wrote, is it okay?" Bandi looked at Wu Di with a smile. After the trial singing, Zhang Huaqiang sang this song and still satisfied him very much.

Wu Di glanced at Bandi and looked at Zhang Huaqiang: "Huaqiang has been famous for a long time, and his singing skills are naturally impeccable. However, I think this song should be sung roughly to make it stronger."

In fact, several people have already seen something from Wu Di's expression. For the songwriter, naturally, he has a positioning of his song in his heart. The music producer is considering how to make the song smoother and more perfect. There is no conflict between the two, and it mainly depends on how the singer interprets his singing style to the fullest. This is a matter of person. A song cannot satisfy everyone, but the songwriter's opinions are still very important.

Zhang Huaqiang glanced at Bandi, looked at Wu Di and said, "Angkor, why don't you sing a piece for me to find the feeling."

Wu Di smiled and said, "Everyone is just discussing each other, I don't deny your singing."

Bandi smiled: "That's, before a song is released, it always needs to be revised countless times. In this way, I call the band and Wu Di, you can cooperate with them."

Wu Di nodded with a smile. Since he was here, of course he could not go through the motions, so that would be meaningless.

It is not that simple to cooperate with the band. A song that has not yet been finalized has many exquisite features of what kind of instruments to accompaniment. The music band has already composed it, but it is very different from the music in Wu Di's memory. Perhaps more perfect than the music in Wu Di's memory. However, when combined with the song of impulse punishment, the artistic conception of the whole song has changed.

There were five musicians who Bandi called, including guitarists, drummers, violinists, saxophones and sand hammerers. Wu Di listened to them playing a prelude, shook his head with a wry smile, and reached out to stop. This song was not the accompaniment of the impulse punishment he wanted.

Wu Di looked at Bandi: "Is there a horse-headed fiddle?"

"Horsehead fiddle? Yes, yes, we have all the instruments you can call famous here." Bandy hurriedly called someone to get the horse-head fiddle: "Why, do you want a pirate?"

"What do you think?" Wu Di asked with a smile.

"Haha, call Ronaldo together." Bandy laughed.

While waiting for the horse-headed violinist, Wu Di gathered a few people from the band and played the song he wanted with the guitar in the hands of the guitarist. He simply ignored the violin, which was originally the main instrument, and only played a chord role in the entire piece of music.

"Hello, Teacher Wu." Wu Di, who was immersed in the explanation, was awakened by the screams behind him. It was the first time he was called a teacher.

"Wu Di, this is our company's musician, Xiao Luo, who is good at keyboard instruments and guitars, especially the horse-head fiddle. He is the best player in the whole company." Bandi introduced with a smile.

Damn, it’s not such a coincidence. After seeing the face under the sun hat, Wu Di was shocked by himself. We are stealing your songs now, and you are here to come.

"Hello, Teacher Wu, I'm Luo Lin." The young man smiled and stretched out his hand to Wu Di.

I'll take a walk. Wu Di cursed inwardly, and smiled and held Luo Lin's hand together. Boss, do you know that your future stage name is Daolang, and it's a black-red wolf? The song we're singing now is your original singer. Hehe, I'm a wolf fan of the sect. Now I want you to call me Teacher, ashamed, ashamed.

Wu Di laughed chuckled. The original singer came, so this matter would be easier.

A group of people sat around Wu Di on the ground. Wu Di sang the guitar first with his arms, and asked everyone to find the feeling based on his tune. He discussed it together for several hours, and tried it over and over again. It can only be said that Wu Di's knowledge of music theory is too poor, so he can only guide everyone slowly based on the songs he remembers.

The lunch box was called for lunch, and there was not much attention to work. This time, even Bandi had found a completely different feeling from the past from several different trials. This was a brand new feeling, a strong exotic style. Bandi just couldn't understand why Wu Di always whispered with Luo Lin, who he didn't like, and the two of them mysteriously disappeared for a while.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the people who had been busy for a day were already exhausted, and the recording studio of Dadi Records gradually became quiet.

The exotic music sounded melodiously. After a gentle and high-profile guitar sound, a slightly hoarse voice sounded softly. The singing sounded, and Bandy's eyes glared. Damn, is that wrong?

Wu Di stood behind Luo Lin, played the guitar gently, and nodded to Bandi with a smile.

"··If you don't know how many cups I drank that day, you don't understand how beautiful you are... This is the best punishment for impulse, ah... ah... ah!"

The pace is getting faster and faster, and the singing is getting higher and higher. This is a completely different style from the song produced by Bandy and others. A stream of passion in people's hearts is also ignited by the song.

As the sound of the horse-head fiddle fell, the recording studio became boiling.

"Damn it, Black Iron, have you recorded it?" Bandy jumped up first.

"I have recorded Mr. Ban." Hei Tie's face turned red with excitement.

"Damn, damn, you kid, Wu Di, no, you kid can't go anywhere this time. You must stay for me as a music producer. No, you are the vice president. And that so-and-so, Xiao Luo, **. It's also hidden. Today, you Luo Sanwan didn't explain it to me, I'm not finished with you." Bandi rushed towards Wu Di.

Because of his high alcohol tolerance, Luo Lin was laughed at as Luo Sanwan in the company.

Wu Di smiled and pushed Bandi away: "Get out, get closer to me and be careful I'll fire."

Zhang Huaqiang smiled and patted Luo Lin's shoulder: "Xiao Luo, after you sang this song, I realized what a combination of heaven is. Congratulations."

Luo Lin was sweating on his forehead, as if a song had already consumed all his strength. He had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, and there were horses everywhere, but unfortunately, it was hard to find Bo Le. Isn’t Wu Di, who smiled like the past, his Bo Le?
Chapter completed!